Thursday, September 20, 2018

Beside myself

I hate losing sight of the back of a cloth ...


which is inevitably what happens when one turns to the front ...


making something of it ...


So many stitches, some intentionally visible ...


others not, here because Deb Lacativa's thread slips from light to dark, making Jude Hill's invisible baste true to its name ...


still others becoming hidden when they don't make the final cut.

Then there are the stitches that have been undone ...


No trace left, and no clue yet about what, if anything, will replace them.

8 comments:

  1. I wait for these..not impatient..just sort of in awe and so happy when they appear gentle day

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  2. How this one twinkles! And loving the way you made waves of light in the darkness with the strips of cloth. Love.

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  3. Mo - I'm so glad you like it

    Cynthia - this makes me smile ... 'twill be a while before the next page

    Hazel - sending love back

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  4. And, those glue dots are like gems beneath your fingertips! I love the feel of them.

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  5. Sue - such wonderful word conjuring

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  6. ha, loving all those back stitches

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  7. The movement in that deep, dark sky is really something! The creation of this cloth & story is really something!
    I'm considering the story of page 11.

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